Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2005 20:02:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Dean Daniels
Subject: A Fairy Enjoys the Ferry
Hope you enjoy the story -- it's my first! If you have
any comments send them to DeanDDaniels@yahoo.com
I looked over the edge of the small passenger ferry
that was now speeding me across the sea, hoping to see
my own reflection in the water. But the boat was
zipping along so fast and I was so high up from the
water that this was impossible. It didn't matter: I
knew that I was a fucking gorgeous stud. With my blond
hair, blue eyes, and well build, I was an All-American
twenty-year-old college student who attracted my share
of attention from guys and gals alike.
But none of those guys and gals were around now. In
fact, I was alone on the small ferry taking me across
the water. Except, of course, for the man at the wheel
of the boat, Harry. He was so not my type: a big,
burly bear of a man with a small but noticeable beer
gut. And since he wasn't my type at all, that kinda
made him my type because I've always been drawn to
guys that weren't right for me.
But he was nowhere to be seen now. I glanced in the
direction he must have been in, but I couldn't see him
and that meant he couldn't see me either. But just
thinking about Harry was making me horny, and I could
feel the bulge in my pants begin to grow.
What to do about my problem? I would be across the
water in another fifteen minutes. If I was going to
take care of my problem, it was now or never. Without
any hesitation, I pulled down my pants. I never wore
underwear, so now I was exposed to the world. I could
feel the sun shining on my crotch. My seven-inch dick
twitched, unused to being exposed to so much natural
light. And I have to say, with all the light on it my
cock looked even bigger than it was. I closed my eyes,
breathed in the cool air of the sea, and then grabbed
my dick, feeling myself up. I'd been touching myself
all my life, so I knew just how to rub my own prick to
get the most out of it.
And then I wasn't the only one who had a hand around
my dick. Who could be touching me? It couldn't be . .
. no . . . . but it had to be . . . . I opened my eyes
and saw Harry standing there with a gleam in his eye.
"Did you really think you could get away with this on
the ferry?"
"I thought you'd be driving the boat," I stammered.
His hand felt cold on my prick, but I liked it anyway.
He was rubbing his hand up and down my shaft, like a
seasoned pro.
"You don't know nothin' 'bout ferries, then," he
said, with a smile. "Let's find out what yak know
about dick." He took his hand away from my crotch and
brought it up to my head. Patting me on the head, he
pushed me down to the floor of the ferry. He didn't
have to push hard because I wanted it just as badly as
he apparently did. Then I waited for what felt like
forever as I stared at the jeans Harry had on and
wished they were suddenly off him.
Harry seemed to be making the same wish himself
because the next thing I knew, he was tugging at his
own belt and doing everything in his power to get his
pants off. First went the belt, and as it got set
aside, I casually wondered if he might be using it on
me later. My ass throbbed in anticipation. Then he
dropped down his pants. I was impatient now, because
it was obvious that Harry, unlike me, was wearing
underwear. And not just any underwear either, but pink
boxers! Just as I started to laugh at this, Harry
whipped down his boxers and my eyes grew wide as he
withdrew a dick that had to be at least nine inches
long.
"Fuck!" I said, not realizing until it was too late
that I had just said that aloud.
"Maybe later," Harry said, with a laugh. "But for
now, suck on this!" And he pushed forward, guiding his
big bulging member into my mouth. I almost choked on
it. It wasn't just that it was one of the bigger ones
I'd had in my mouth before; Harry was shoving himself
so quickly into me that it was hard to take all at
once. But I was an experienced cocksucker, and I
wasn't about to let this schlong get away.
Mmmm! It had been too fucking long since I chowed
down on a pecker like this one. I could still feel the
wind whistling past my hair as the ferry continued on.
"Is the ferry going to be okay without you?" I managed
to say between gulps of cock.
"It's going to stop in a minute," he said. And just
like that, the ferry stopped moving. "Timer," he said.
"I wanted more time to enjoy this. Now suck!" And
again he pushed my head onto his bratwurst. I took in
another gulp of his member, swallowing it all the way
down my throat. I moved up and down on him, savoring
every moment. For his part, Harry was enjoying every
moment too. He leaned back against the side of the
ferry, his bare bottom exposed to the sunlight, as I
enjoyed all of this.
I pulled his dick out of me and he looked down, as if
frustrated I would take my mouth away for him for even
a moment. I gave him what he deserved, taking my
tongue to his cock and licking it up and down. Up and
down, down and up . . . he let out a soft moan, a
clear sign he was enjoying my handiwork. I pulled away
again and this time Harry looked like he was going to
kill me. But I returned to him, leaning in close
enough so I could take his left ball sac into my
mouth. I sucked on his ball, loving it almost as much
as I loved the stick attached to it.
I wasn't ready for him to cum yet, even though I
loved having my face covered in cream; he'd hinted he
was interested in fucking before, and I wasn't about
to let that hint get past me. "Fuck me," I said
quietly, looking up at the brawny ball of fur standing
in front of me.
"What did you say?"
"Fuck me!" I shouted. "Put that pecker deep inside
me!"
"You don't have to say that again!" He was
practically drooling now as I picked myself up and
turned over, leaning against the side of the ferry. I
could feel the boat shifting beneath me as it sat in
the water. The boat was rocking back and forth a bit,
but now I wanted to make it rock even more--with the
help of Harry and his massive manhood, of course!
Harry grabbed me from behind, pulling me close to
him. "Are you sure you can take all of this?" he
whispered in my ear. I could only nod. Just the
anticipation of the sex made it impossible to talk or
think about anything but him. How had an innocent
afternoon ferry ride been quickly transformed into
this lust-filled encounter? In mere moments, I felt
Harry's hands brush up against my back and my ass. I
glanced back only to see his hairy arms touching my
ass, as if he was getting ready for what was about to
happen.
"I don't happen to have any lube on me," Harry said,
with a chuckle. "I mean, I'm a great sea-man, but this
is one thing I wasn't prepared for."
"Well, then I guess we can't--" I was interrupted by
Harry--or, more accurately, Harry's tongue. For now,
it was his turn to lean down, and in a second, he
slipped his tongue deep within my cracks. It had been
too long since I'd had a man licking me like this, and
I couldn't control myself as I moaned and groaned for
all the sea to hear. "Oh, fuck yeah!"
"I'm getting there," Harry said. He pulled himself up
and brought his body close to me again. With one hand,
he pinched my right nipple. With his other hand, he
grabbed my firehose, stroking it slowly and gently.
Then the hand on my nipple moved over to my ass, as
one finger pressed deep into my asshole. It was almost
everything I could want...but I needed the prick
itself to prick me, and I needed it now.
But first, he had to be totally prepared. I looked
back again, and it was worth the look: Harry was
stripping off all of his clothes now, even though we
were out in the middle of the water where any passing
boat could easily see both of us. If he was going to
fuck me, he was going to do it right! I breathed in,
taking in the sight of this gorgeous man. Was he
really the same guy who'd been ferrying me across the
water daily for the past two years? And were we really
doing this? I pinched myself: it was real.
"I don't know if you're ready for this," Harry said,
as he moved forward again. I grinned. This probably
wasn't the best time to tell him that I'd had a foot
long schlong inside me before, although Harry's member
was thicker than that previous dick had been. And I
wasn't going to deflate Harry's dick or his mood by
bringing that up now. He grabbed me from behind again,
then pressed his cock inside me, pushing in slowly at
first as if getting used to it for now. I took it like
a pro, letting him into my ass and enjoying everything
he was giving me. He licked at my neck as he then
buried his sausage deep inside me. I grinned as he
continued to drill me.
If someone from a nearby boat had been watching us at
that moment, he would have been unable to distinguish
where Harry ended and I began. We were joined at one,
no small accomplishment given he was twenty years
older and sixty pounds heavier than I was. An
attractive, young college student and a married bear
of a man . . . but for now, we were practically the
same. He fucked me as I'd never been fucked before,
his rod pressed as deep into me as it could possibly
go. Harry grunted as he grabbed for my dick again.
While he enjoyed my ass with his cock, he stroked my
cock long and hard, and I squeezed my eyes shut tight
for a brief moment as it took everything within me to
keep from cumming right now.
And when I opened my eyes, I got the surprise of my
life: a seagull had landed on the edge of the ferry,
just feet away from me. In all the excitement Harry
hadn't even noticed it even though this bird was
anything but small. I laughed as it seemed to be
staring at us. This only made me even hornier now.
Harry glanced at the bird for a second before he
looked back at me. "Let me guess: you like to be
watched, huh?"
I could say nothing with Harry's dick deep inside me.
I could only moan and grunt as he kept jerking me with
one hand. I knew I would be shooting soon! And Harry
seemed to sense this too, because he took his other
hand to my dick now, with one stroking at the top of
my dick and the other lower down on me.
Yes, yes, yes! With a cry of relief, I shot my spunk
out. It splattered all over . . . the seagull! The
startled bird flew away, as Harry and I had a good
laugh over what had happened.
But laughter would only take us so far. Harry's face
became serious again as he pulled out of me. I gasped,
taking in the fresh air outside as I turned around. My
dick was still dripping goo as I stared down at
Harry's own quivering one-eyed monster that was just
as hard as ever. What was I to do about that? He
gestured at my crotch -- and I dived downward,
starting to lick up his inner thigh. I wasted no time
in getting to the good stuff, covering his cock with
my mouth. I swallowed down his dick again, enjoying it
just as much as I had the first time. This was what
life was all about!
After all the excitement we'd been through in the
last few minutes, it took no time for Harry to give up
his spunk, but I wasn't prepared for what happened
next. "YES!" Harry shouted aloud, his voice carrying
over the sea. "YES!" I would have been yelling the
same thing, if not for the dick shooting the good
stuff into my mouth. I couldn't take all the jizz at
once, there was so much, and as I pulled away, Harry
continued to give me the rest of his protein shake all
over my face. He wasn't going to be wasting this on a
bird! I giggled as a now sweaty Harry wiggled his
member in my face and I finished licking off
everything I could get from it.
Now Harry pulled me up to my feet. He put a hand over
my face, wiping his own juice off my cheek. He put it
to my mouth, and I licked it slowly. Then he took the
hand to his mouth, also enjoying it, although no one
could possibly be enjoying it as much as I had!
Now we relaxed in the aftermath of an excellent fuck
session. There would be no kissing, no cuddling that
meant we would be together forever. We were both on
the same wavelength: we weren't in love, but for a
brief time together we'd been in lust, and it was
good.
I don't remember much of what happened next. I know
we both put on our clothes again. And I know Harry
went back to steering the ferry, rather than steering
himself into my ass. I know these things because my
ferry ride came to an end, as all good things must
eventually. As I walked off the boat and up the ramp,
I glanced back at Harry, who waved goodbye to me with
a small, subtle smirk on his face.
Yet for all I knew about what this did and did not
mean, there was one other thing that this whole
experience meant for me. Whenever Harry and I would go
on the ferry by ourselves again, we knew we had
something we could do together. Sure, it meant Harry
and I would both be late for our destinations. And
sure, we knew that we could never work as a couple.
But once or twice a month, Harry and I could be
together, alone . . . except for the occasional
voyeuristic bird.